As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.
Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
We all like motorcycles to some degree.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.